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the seaside town near where she’d been working. Walking into the room, she’d seen him and he’d filled her gaze like a star, brilliant and shining, the center of everything.
    At first, she’d thought she’d caught him in the middle of a giant con. She knew he wasn’t who he said he was and he knew she knew it. But it hadn’t fazed him one bit. He’d given her a great big grin that told her everything she needed to know about him.
    The war was already over at the time. The phony truce had begun, making things even more dangerous than they had been before. They were working in a border town filled with people who changed sides as easily as they changed their toothbrushes. Or maybe it just seemed that way as most people were busy playing both sides against the middle.
    The little pub was filled with local officials scared to death their money-laundering scheme had been discovered by the Granvilli authorities. They were looking for a way out. Mykal had convinced them they were about to get caught and that they should let him hold the money for safekeeping. They were grateful as they turned the cash over to him. They even bought him drinks and made him the center of a general toast.
    He loved what he was doing. He loved pulling the wool over their eyes and getting away with—well, not with murder exactly. But something pretty wrong at any rate. He took their money and left them feeling good about it. Sort of a modern day Robin Hood—if Robin Hood had been a spy for France.
    And when she caught up with him outside the little pub and challenged him on it, he laughed. And then he picked her up out of sheer exuberance and twirled her around as though to the music still pumping out through the double doors of the place.
    “You’re right,” he said. “And what are you going to do about it?”
    She’d stared at him for a moment, then her lips twitched. He was completely adorable and impossibly mischievous at the same time. She was smitten. And she also knew she would never, ever forget him. So pretty quickly, she was laughing right back at him.
    “Tell you what,” she’d said. “I’ll buy you a drink. But not here.”
    She wasn’t all that surprised to find out they were both working for Granvilli Military Intelligence. Well, not exactly both. She was doing that, but he was doing something else as well.
    He was a spy for the royal side. But she didn’t learn about that until later. Still, she couldn’t hold that against him. After all, she had some secrets of her own. And that was pretty much the heart and soul of the problem between them. Even when she’d thought he was deliciously devious, she hadn’t understood just how convoluted his motives really were. And he still didn’t know a lot about her.
    The man she’d loved so passionately was still in there, somewhere. He needed her, even if he didn’t realize what all that implied. There was no way she could leave until she knew he was safe.
    With a sigh, she slumped down on the small couch that was set next to the bed. In another moment, she was curled into a ball and thinking protective thoughts. And then she was asleep herself.
    Mykal woke carefully. He was doing everything carefully now. Even his dreams were tentative. Something was always warning him not to move. The excessive caution created a growing rage inside him, pure frustration. He wanted to shout and throw something. He wanted to punch something. He couldn’t live the rest of his life this way.
    Still, for now, he would be careful. The world around him seemed to be so full of changes, so many things happening to him and his future, so many things lost in his past, that he didn’t want to risk making a wrong move. For now.
    Lifting his head slightly, his gaze fell on a young woman curled up and sleeping on the couch next to his bed. It gave him a start but then he remembered who she was—someone the powers that be at the castle had sent over.
    He didn’t need her here. In fact, he resented